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To hear an Oriole sing | To hear an Oriole sing | ||
May be a common thing | May be a common thing — | ||
Or only a divine. | Or only a divine. | ||
It it not of the Bird | It it not of the Bird | ||
Who sings the same, unheard, | Who sings the same, unheard, | ||
As unto Crowd | As unto Crowd — | ||
The Fashion of the Ear | The Fashion of the Ear | ||
Attireth that it hear | Attireth that it hear | ||
In Dun, or fair | In Dun, or fair — | ||
So whether it be Rune, | So whether it be Rune, | ||
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Is of within. | Is of within. | ||
The "Tune is in the Tree | The "Tune is in the Tree —" | ||
The Skeptic | The Skeptic — showith me — | ||
"No sir! In Thee!" | "No sir! In Thee!" | ||
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At Half past Seven, Element | At Half past Seven, Element | ||
Nor Implement, be seen | Nor Implement, be seen — | ||
And Place was where the Presence was | And Place was where the Presence was | ||
Circumference between. | Circumference between. | ||
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III | III | ||
A Bird came down the Walk | A Bird came down the Walk — | ||
He did not know I saw | He did not know I saw — | ||
He bit an Angleworm in halves | He bit an Angleworm in halves | ||
And ate the fellow, raw, | And ate the fellow, raw, | ||
And then he drank a Dew | And then he drank a Dew | ||
From a convenient Grass | From a convenient Grass — | ||
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall | And then hopped sidewise to the Wall | ||
To let a Beetle pass | To let a Beetle pass — | ||
He glanced with rapid eyes | He glanced with rapid eyes | ||
That hurried all around | That hurried all around — | ||
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought | They looked like frightened Beads, I thought — | ||
He stirred his Velvet Head | He stirred his Velvet Head | ||
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I offered him a Crumb | I offered him a Crumb | ||
And he unrolled his feathers | And he unrolled his feathers | ||
And rowed him softer home | And rowed him softer home — | ||
Than Oars divide the Ocean, | Than Oars divide the Ocean, | ||
Too silver for a seam | Too silver for a seam — | ||
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon | Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon | ||
Leap, plashless as they swim. | Leap, plashless as they swim. | ||
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- (Posted 2022-04-14) CPDL #68840:
- Editor: Michael Gray (submitted 2022-04-14). Score information: Letter, 9 pages, 470 kB Copyright: CC BY NC ND
- Edition notes: "Emily's Birds" by Michael A. Gray is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
General Information
Title: Emily's Birds
Composer: Michael Gray
Lyricist: Emily Dickinson
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Unison
Genre: Secular, Children's song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 2022
Description: Three short songs set for Unison Children's Chorus
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Original text and translations
English text
I
To hear an Oriole sing
May be a common thing —
Or only a divine.
It it not of the Bird
Who sings the same, unheard,
As unto Crowd —
The Fashion of the Ear
Attireth that it hear
In Dun, or fair —
So whether it be Rune,
Or whether it be none
Is of within.
The "Tune is in the Tree —"
The Skeptic — showith me —
"No sir! In Thee!"
II
At Half past Three, a single Bird
Unto a silent Sky
Propounded but a single term
Of cautious melody.
At Half past Four, Experiment
Had subjugated test
And lo, Her silver Principle
Supplanted all the rest.
At Half past Seven, Element
Nor Implement, be seen —
And Place was where the Presence was
Circumference between.
III
A Bird came down the Walk —
He did not know I saw —
He bit an Angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
And then he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass —
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass —
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all around —
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought —
He stirred his Velvet Head
Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home —
Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam —
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon
Leap, plashless as they swim.
-Emily Dickinson